Your Hand

A whisper and a touch are all thats left of me,
And your hands are to blame,
Your hands that held mine,
Your hands that steared the car,
Your hands that held my dieing body,
Your hands that floded to pray,
Your hands that placed the rose apon my grave,
Your hands that I brush past in the night,
Your hands that you think play tricks on you ,
tricking you to believe that I am still there,
Your hands that will love me forever,
A whisper and a touch on Your Hands is all that left of me